"Does watching me fight my father… does seeing my father try to hurt me ..after dying to protect me ..please you? Does it delight you?"
Frey tightened his grip around his sword, then unleashed a sweeping horizontal cut infused with a massive surge of Black Hole Aura, blasting both Zibar and Abraham back.
At that same moment, he used Nameless's aura-circulation method, reclaiming a significant portion of the power he had just released.
Standing at a distance from them, Frey wrapped his fingers around his sword hilt as his aura swelled.
"I'm just a man… No matter how much I try to imitate monsters, no matter how hard I try to become one myself… in moments like this, I find myself returning to my roots. The pain eating away at my chest right now is proof enough of my weakness…"
He spoke softly, touching his chest, a faint and bitter smile hidden beneath the mask.
"Isn't that what you think as well? Tell me… Nameless."
"…"
